You can just. Call me Kenzie. We don't have to do the formal bullshit.
[ Mackenzie is not exactly subdued, but her anger has been muted a little. She shifts her weight and shrugs out of the arms of her jumpsuit, leaving her in a very utilitarian sports bra. True to her words, bikini season is out of the question. She is criss-crossed in scars, the most horrendous of which are a series of what must have been claw marks that slash down from just under her left breast across her belly to her right hip. The arms of her jumpsuit are tied casually around her waist. ]
Fists. I don't want to shift and wreck these clothes. I haven't bound them yet.
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[ Mackenzie is not exactly subdued, but her anger has been muted a little. She shifts her weight and shrugs out of the arms of her jumpsuit, leaving her in a very utilitarian sports bra. True to her words, bikini season is out of the question. She is criss-crossed in scars, the most horrendous of which are a series of what must have been claw marks that slash down from just under her left breast across her belly to her right hip. The arms of her jumpsuit are tied casually around her waist. ]
Fists. I don't want to shift and wreck these clothes. I haven't bound them yet.